the streets also dream their dream

This is the street where I grew up, the view from my old bedroom window in Burnt Oak, North London, drawn while visiting the UK back last month. It’s a short, narrow road on a typical red-brick council estate, and while the ground level has changed a lot over the years, gardens disappearing for driveways (we were one of the first to do that, by the way), the rooftops and the views out to the park remain the same. I used to draw this view as a kid whenever we had art homework to do; back then it was in felt-tip pen, I think I still have those somewhere. This view reminds me of looking out at the rain, or the sunrise, or the dark orange-lit sky, and wondering what else there was in the wide world out there. Now I’ve seen some of it, I have more of an idea.